"It's very late. There's a wrap-up scene to shoot tomorrow. I'm going back to my room to sleep."
She took a step, walked past Collins Aiden, and went straight to her room's door, taking out her room card to unlock the door.
Just as she stepped inside and didn't have time to relax, a hand suddenly stretched in from outside, blocking the closing door.
Looking at that fair and slender hand, Ella Jackson just couldn't bring herself to slam it shut and could only look up at him.
"Collins Aiden, what are you trying to do?"
Collins Aiden's thin lips were tightly pursed, and without saying a word, he exerted force with his palm and pushed the door open, walking inside.
He closed the door with his backhand.
In the not-large-not-small room, there were just the two of them in the hotel.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange.